Alice cut me off. "Rosalie hates mice. Emmett thinks that Rosalie will think that the hamster is a mouse, which would give Rosalie a good excuse to jump into his arms. Then Emmett can stand there like a hero with a damsel in distress. And, based on what I

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Emmett
flicked a rubber band in my direction. It hit my leg with a hard
snap, and I yelped. "Ow," I whined. Emmett just shrugged.

"I'm
so bored," he complained. Only Emmett and I were home in the
Cullen house. Carlisle was at work, Edward, Alice, and Jasper were
hunting. Esme was running errands, and Rosalie was just avoiding my
presence.

"I'm
sorry," I said sarcastically. We had been sitting in various
positions in the living room for almost an hour. On the floor, the
couch, Emmett managed to get comfortable with his back on the floor,
legs on the wall. He had done over a hundred sit-ups in that position
in less then a minute. I had just stared at him, awed and slightly
envious.

"What
do you do for fun?" Emmett was sitting down next to the TV,
leaning against the wall with his back and head. He stared at the
ceiling blankly, waiting for my answer.

"What
activities do I do that are fun?"

"Sure."

"Usually
Edward's around..." I trailed off, trying to think of other
activities.

Emmett
raised his head, and his expression turned naughty. "What do you
do?"

I
ignored his leading question. "I dont know."

He
scowled, "Then how do you know it's fun?"

I
didnt know how to explain it to him. When Edward was around, we could
be doing the same thing Emmett and I were doing, and I would've been
content and happy, leaning into the stone of Edward's chest. He
would've been stroking my hair, pressing his icy lips against the top
of my hair. We could sit there for hours without complaining or
getting bored. Neither of us would've suggested doing some other
activity untill my stomach inevitably made it's hunger verbally
known, or my eyes drifted closed and Edward would tell me that I
needed to rest. And then we would lie together, in a similar
position, untill I finally found sleep to the tune of my lullaby.
There was no way to explain it to Emmett. But I decided to see if
Emmett could be more mature then he was, so I said, "Are you
ever bored with Rosalie?"

Emmett
grinned. "Is that what you're getting at?"

"Not
on that high of a level."

Emmett
looked momentarily dissapointed. But then he brightened again. "What
do you do when Edward's not around?"

"Work.
Chores. Other basic human neccesities," my voice sounded
extremely nonchalant. Emmett banged his head back into the wall and
groaned. I wondered if it would leave a dent.

We
sat there for a few more minutes, and I fell sideways onto the couch.
I had been sititng upright, but it had gotten boring.

"What
are we not going to do at a pet store?" He countered. He jerked
his thumb in the general direction of the garage. "C'mon, we'll
take my Jeep."

I
got up unwillingly and followed him as he strode off into the
cavernous garage. Emmett's monster Jeep sat there, intimidating me. I
thought back to the last time I was in it...and shuddered, clearing
my head before the memory could haunt me. I couldnt help but glance
down at the silvery crescent on my palm.

Emmett
boosted me up into the passenger seat, and he was in his seat before
I had even sat down to glare at the many seatbelts.

Emmett
rolled his eyes. "You wont need the off roading harness, we're
going to the store, not the mountains." I timidly buckled up the
regular seatbelt.

I
hadnt known that Forks had a pet shop, but Emmett seemed to know
where to go. He pulled into a small parking lot in front of a dark
green building labeled "Pets n things"

I
eyed the sign carefully. "Pets n' things?"

"Mhm."

I
was too scared to ask what the things were, but I trailed behind
Emmett as he strode through the automatic glass doors.

"Hello,
Gladys," Emmett waved to the startled looking check-out woman.
He continued on without waiting for a reply, and he went straight to
the parrots.

"Do
you know her?" I whispered to Emmett once we were out of her
hearing range.

I
knew the answer before Emmett had even told me, because I heard a
faint, "It's Nancy," from behind me.

Emmett
ignored my question and looked at the brightly colored macaw in front
of him. It was a brilliant red, and it's wings were tipped with dark
blue, green, and yellow. The parrot stared at Emmett curiously, and
clucked it's tongue.

I
observed the parrot closely, reveling in it's beauty. I watched it
gracefully slide down the wire bars and land neatly on the bottom of
the cage. Despite the bird's size, it had no difficulty staying
balanced on a thin perch that ran from one end of the cage to the
other. I was about to ask Emmett a question, but he was gone. I
scanned the aisles for him, and spotted him poking at the cats.

"I
got bored," He told me when I walked up, keeping his eyes on the
cat he was disturbing.

"This
whole place is boring. Can we go home?"

"Not
yet. I want to get something," and a devilish grin appeared on
Emmett's face. I leaned away.

"What
'something'?" I asked nervously,

"Dont
worry about it. Go wait in the Jeep."

"Go
wait? Why cant I--"

"Go
wait in the Jeep. I will be out in a few minutes."

I
stalked away, confused and annoyed. I scrambled into the Jeep, not
even bothering to pull my hood up on my raincoat to avoid the rain
that was starting to fall again. I leaned back against my seat,
frowning into the downpour. I couldnt see into the store through the
fog, so I had no idea what Emmett was doing.

Within
ten minutes, Emmett exited the store with a small box in his hands
and a plastic shopping bag. He opened the driver's side door and slid
the box across the seat, tossing the bag in the back seat.

"What's
that?" I asked cautiously as Emmett pulled out of the parking
lot.

"Nothing."
I didnt believe him in the slightest, since right after he spoke, I
heard the scratching of nails against the cardboard interior of the
box.

"What's
in the box?"

"You'll
see," Emmett said patiently.

When
we finally made it back to the safety of the Cullens garage -after
Emmett had adjusted the position of the "empty" box- Emmett
swore under his breath, glaring at the canary yellow Porsche that
radiated a yellow glow in the room.

"I
should have known..." He muttered, carefully handling the box on
the seat as he climbed out of the vehicle. I followed him into the
house, him mumbling phrases such as, "Takes all the fun out of
it" and "Stupid physic".

Sitting
in the Cullen living room now was Alice, Jasper, and Edward. Edward
smiled up at me from the couch, patting the empty spot next to him. I
walked quickly to the inviting area, and he wrapped his arms around
me, pulling me closer.

Emmett
was standing in the doorway, holding the box against his side with
one hand. Alice glared at him.

"What's
in the box, Emmett?" Edward raised his eyebrows.

Emmett
made a face. Within a second, he appeared in front of Edward, shoving
the box in Edwards face. Edward leaned away, wrinkling his nose.

"That
smells awful," Edward said disgustedly.

Emmett
took the box away, and peered inside. He then proceeded to wrinkle
his won nose. "Yeah, I'll have to fix that."

"What
is it?" I asked, annoyed. Alice scowled.

"A
hamster," Edward answered, staring at the box.

"A
hamster?" Why would Emmett want a hamster?

"For
Rosalie," Emmett explained.

"Rosalie
wanted a hamster?" I said skeptically.

"No."

"Then
why--"

Alice
cut me off. "Rosalie hates mice. Emmett thinks that Rosalie will
think that the hamster is a mouse, which would give Rosalie a good
excuse to jump into his arms. Then Emmett can stand there like a hero
with a damsel in distress. And, based on what I saw, it will work."

"That
takes all the fun out of it if you tell me what will happen,"
Emmett complained.

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